"Arrr, what be the scallywag signs pointin' to a slow belly in the cursed crew of SSc?"
2024-10-16
Arrr, me hearties! In the realm of scurvy systemic sclerosis, it be the gents who sail with gut troubles, oft with a heart as heavy as Davy Jones' locker! They be meeting a grim fate, yet they be sufferin’ fewer dry mouth woes. Avast, what a tale!
Ahoy, matey! Gather round fer a tale from the treacherous seas of systemic sclerosis, where the scallywags with misbehavin’ bowels be makin’ waves! It appears that those poor souls, particularly the lads among 'em, find themselves in a right pickle. Aye, their small intestines be slower than a ship caught in Davy Jones’ locker!Now, these unfortunate gents be sufferin’ not just from the sluggish gut but also from a heart that be beatin’ like the drums on a pirate’s ship in a storm! Aye, with severe cardiac troubles nippin’ at their heels, their chances of makin’ it to the next port o’ call be lookin’ grim. The grim reaper be lurkin’ close by, and the sands of time be slippin’ through their fingers like stolen gold doubloons!
But wait! There’s more! These landlubbers be reportin’ fewer of those pesky sicca symptoms, which be a puzzler, like tryin’ to find a treasure map with no X markin’ the spot! So, in this wild voyage of life, it seems the men be takin’ the rougher seas while the fairer lasses sail a tad smoother. Aye, what a curious turn of fate in the world of medicine, indeed!